Sometimes it's probably healthy to lower your expectations. For example, as hard as I coughed all night last night, I'm just glad I never wet the bed. I could have gotten away with another dose of NyQuil before bed, but I didn't take any. Today I took life in small bursts, and celebrated the little things. Loaded the dishwasher--yay! Sat for a while--sure, I earned it. Cleaned the cat boxes--well done! Rewatched the second half of Wandavision--of course! I think I'm nearing the end of the active phase of the crud, but I still have a runny nose, deep coughs, and explosive sneezing out of nowhere. Friends and family tell me all that part will be with me a while.
I realized that we aren't as far into October as I'd thought we were, and now I have a whole extra week before my next medical appointments. I'm in bonus time now, so who can guess how I will waste it. I'll be sure to come up with novel and creative ways to do that.
I had no real photos to speak of for most of the day. (No documentation of cat box cleaning. You're welcome.) I walked around while the plant lights were still on, trying to find something pretty. I got an okay shot of Hoya carnosa krimson princess, a mediocre picture of Thanksgiving cactus, and I noticed that my baby Monstera Thai constellation is pushing out a new leaf. Might as well post them all.
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